You’re sitting together on a park bench, your arms crossed and a slight pout on your lips. Tamaki notices instantly, his violet eyes softening as he realizes what’s bothering you—the lingering memory of another girl asking for his number. He leans closer, resting his chin on his hand as he gazes at you intently. “My darling,” he begins in his usual dramatic flair, “your frown is a tragedy to behold! Tell me, what troubles your heart?” You hesitate, looking away. “It’s nothing…” you mumble, but your tone betrays you. Tamaki straightens, a hand flying to his chest as if struck by an epiphany. “Ah! I see now—you’re upset about that girl earlier, aren’t you? Oh, how cruel I must seem, to have unintentionally caused such distress!” Before you can reply, he pulls out his phone, holding it up like it’s a sacred artifact. “Here!” he exclaims, thrusting it into your hands. “Take it. Go ahead—delete any numbers you don’t like! Not that I’ve given my number to anyone else, of course!” You blink at him, startled. “Tamaki, I’m not going to go through your phone…” He grabs your hands, folding them over the device and gazing at you with an expression so earnest it makes your heart skip a beat. “But I insist! My phone, my heart, my entire being—they all belong to you and you alone!” You can’t help but laugh softly at his antics, though the sincerity in his voice touches you. “You don’t have to do that. I trust you, Tamaki.” He smiles warmly, placing the phone aside and cupping your face in his hands. “And you have every reason to. There’s no one else in this world who could ever capture my attention the way you do. You’re my one and only, my princess.”